[tenderly] Bobo, my beautiful Bobo. I promise I'll never leave you
behind again.
[to Homer] Ahem. Ah, yes. Er, naturally I can't pay you much of a
reward because I'm strapped for cash.
[The ceiling caves in, spilling gold and jewels on him] As you can see,
this old place is falling apart...
-- It's all cubic zirconium anyway, "Rosebud"